The barefoot man in white looked at the young man who was lying in a pool of blood, and laughed, and touched the young man's head in a very disgusting way, as if mourning a beloved work of art.

At this moment, an old man about sixty years old came out of the store. He lifted the curtain and looked up and saw the barefoot man standing with a stern face. He was stunned and showed a suspicious look. This man was so strange. He ran here barefoot in the middle of the night and dressed so strangely, as if he wanted to cover up his figure by the wind and snow. Could it be the one he explained above?!

But?! "Hey, you..."

The old man's somewhat old voice had just been made, and the man in white ignored his sudden voice. His expression was as usual, as if in front of him was just a buzzing mosquito. He disappeared from the spot like a ghost, and then his sleeves shook, the blade was unsheathed, and he held a knife in his hand, straight knife.

He waved his hand and a cold light appeared. The blade roared and slashed horizontally. The knife fell directly on the old man who was drooping and old, looking at his white-haired man in fear. A cold light flashed at the tip of the knife. The old man's neck sneered, and blood splattered on the neck. The blood-red liquid poured into the untouched imperial wine. The blood seemed to be a little more charming than the red wine!

Immediately afterwards, the barefoot man kicked his legs forward, and made a mistake with his hands, and then he pushed his feet down. The white-haired old man's head clattered, like the heavy fruit on the treetops in autumn, broke away from the branches and fell into the bowl of prepared wine. With a bang, several intoxicating but bloody wines were swept.

Without warning, without reason, without hesitation, extremely cold-blooded and stable attacks, the young man died in the underworld, the old man's head was different, his old head floated up and down in the wine, and the wine had been dyed a faint red color. Apart from the mouth-watering red color, the deeper red color was gurgling blood.

Under the reflection of the oil lamp that could be extinguished in a winter night, under the playful and cold smile of the barefoot man, blood and wine rippled with the wind, the scene seemed indescribably terrible and weird.

At this moment, the barefoot man suddenly frowned, and he instinctively turned sideways, "squeezing" three muffled sounds. The straight knife in the barefoot man's hand trembled twice. Three shurikens fell on the land at the bottom of his feet with the scattered snowflakes. It was dark and deep. After touching the snow, white smoke rose, turning the original snow into a pool of snow water, revealing the dark ground under the snow.

"Hiss, what awesome poison." The barefoot man in white shivered in fear, and his eyes folded out a warning light from the corners. Thinking that these three shurikens almost killed him, he felt a sense of depression and warning in his chest. He put the straight knife in front of him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and shouted coldly to the silent open space: "Who is it!?"

Long Junchen was sitting cross-legged on the window frame covered by snow in the izakaya. He smiled and looked at the person in front of him, stretched his waist slightly, and supported one hand on the window frame, and lazily pulled his feet. He pulled his fingers, and the slender dragon pattern dagger skillfully turned around on his hand, drawing a circle of black light, which looked very strange. The circles of cold light made the flying wind and snow around him avoid it and were crushed into pieces of snowflakes.

"Long Junchen?! Why are you here?" The barefoot white-clothed man in white moved his heart, and he couldn't control himself and spoke out without saying anything. He said the name of Long Junchen. It was not because his quality was not high enough. The fact that Long Junchen suddenly appeared here shocked him so much that he didn't control his mouth and spoke out.

Long Junchen smiled invisibly when he saw the teeth, threw the dragon-patterned dagger into the sky, then steadily caught it, looking at the barefoot man in front of him with some jokes, and said teasingly: "Oh, I don't think I'm cold when I walk barefoot in this cold weather? Brother seems to know me, and I actually said my name in one word. Hiss, where have we seen it?"

The barefoot man saw Long Junchen's fearless appearance, his heart was slightly terrified, and his hand holding the straight knife tightened slightly. He thought secretly that the boss was not saying that the boy was seriously injured, and his meridians and internal organs were damaged. He could not get out of bed in just a few months. It was only a long time since then, why did he look lively? Moreover, how did he find this place? Is there a traitor in our internal area? No, we must report this matter to the higher authorities as soon as possible!

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and the barefoot man slowly calmed down. He held the knife behind with one hand, and his feet stood in a hurry, but when he saw the smiley Long Junchen, he felt a sense of extreme coldness in his heart, and the hand holding the long knife hilt behind him began to tremble slightly unconsciously.

Seeing that the barefoot man seemed to be facing a great enemy, Long Junchen jumped, jumped off the window frame, and landed freely on one foot, like a lonely maple leaf. He smiled with his lips. The dragon pattern dagger in his hand rolled in the sky with a very spiritual power and landed steadily in Long Junchen's palm. He stood less than three feet away from the barefoot man, his eyes looked at the guy opposite him like thunder through the heavy snow of the goose feathers, "Brother, we don't waste our time in this cold weather, tell me, who are you?"

"It has nothing to do with you." The man's voice was a bit monotonous and lacked a sense of rhythm. It can even be described as stiff, as if he had never spoken before, and his hoarse throat spit out four words that he had never heard of before.

Long Junchen felt that this guy's personality should be similar to that of the wolf rider who cherishes his words and is as precious as gold. He seems to be a powerful character who is ruthless and has little talk. The barefoot man took his legs back half a step back, and his cold eyes stared at Long Junchen. His eyes and expressions showed no emotion, and he stood there like an ice sculpture.

Long Junchen looked at the man in white barefoot carefully. He had a smooth forehead and slender eyebrows, and looked delicate and beautiful, like a jade man. If a person is really made of jade, a little bit of indifference that is indifferent to the world seems to be forgiven, but his indifference, accompanied by endless chills, makes people feel very uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!